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  **Kessley's Writings



9/11 Poem Sweet Escape

The troubles I have thought to be important are so trivial to me now. I look out the window, the whole world in a trance, staring helplessly as hell comes upon earth. Inhuman screams come from all around me. All desperate for life. I tell the intern beside me, "It will be alright. They'll save us." But I know better. I know our only escape is death. I thought it would be quicker than this. I expect flashbacks and no awareness of my surroundings. But, death does not come quick and easy. No, instead, I hear ever scream, feel every shake, and smell the gas from the plane burning the building along with everything inside of it. I think of my family; of the memories I will never have. I long so much to hold them, it hurts. Smoke fills the room, seeping in slowly. as if knowing how to torture me. Is it over yet? The screams have stopped. The fire grows as the building trembles. All I can do is close my eyes and pray... ... pray for my sweet escape **